Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 2058

"I don't know. You'll have to ask him yourself."

Freya rolled her eyes in frustration before turning around with a smile. "I've done you a huge favor, so make sure you remember this debt."

"Germaine is my sister-in-law and a close friend. I won't go against her for you," Helen cut in, firmly shutting down Freya's request.

"How boring." Freya sighed dramatically. "Fine, then—could you at least say a few nice things about me in front of my dad? That's not too much to ask, is it?"

"I guess that's doable."

"Looks like you're not entirely naive. It's interesting how you turn down the difficult requests but eagerly accept the easy ones," Freya teased as she grabbed her bag.

Standing up, she straightened her outfit. "Mission accomplished. You're heading downstairs, right? Let's go together."

With that, the two stepped into the elevator. Just as the doors were about to close, a janitor in a cap wheeled in two large trash bins.

Freya covered her mouth with her hand, muttering, "In such a huge resort, don't they have a staff-only elevator?"

The janitor didn't respond, only pulling his hat lower.

Helen couldn't resist glancing over a few more times. The bins were spotless, and even the towels draped over them appeared pristine, as though they'd never been used.

What truly caught her eye, however, were the janitor's limited-edition luxury leather shoes.

If she wasn't mistaken, those shoes were worth around 50,000 dollars. Even Taylor would hesitate to wear something so extravagant.

What kind of janitor would wear shoes more costly than what the heir of the Xander family could afford?

Helen quickly realized that this man was no ordinary worker. She kept a sharp eye on him, observing every movement.

As expected, once the elevator doors closed, the janitor made his move. He swiftly delivered an elbow to Freya's head, knocking her out cold.

Upon realizing that it was Colin behind the attack, Helen quickly withdrew the silver needles she had prepared. She feigned surprise, asking, "Colin, what are you doing—"

"How odd. Why is Helen taking so long to come out?" Jenson muttered, growing increasingly impatient.

"Have Mommy and Ms. Moran been talking for a long time?" Chandler asked Sienna.

"It's been quite a while." Sienna nodded in confirmation.

"Alright, let's go get her," Chandler said, gently setting Sienna down. He then took her hand and headed toward the stairs.

Meanwhile, Colin was quietly pushing Helen and Freya through the lobby, making his way toward the exit. As he neared the door, he spotted Chandler entering with Sienna.

Colin instinctively shoved his cap lower, steering the cart to the side to create some space.

He was just a few steps from the exit when a loud crash echoed through the lobby. A waiter had dropped a teapot, and shards of porcelain skittered across the floor.

The manager immediately turned, his eyes landing on Colin. "Hey! Get over here and clean up this mess—now!"